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Third Person’s POV
Adelaide held Cedric’s small hand as they slowly walked out of the Frostfang Pack.
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Cedric’s leg injury made it hard for him to walk fast. Rushing would cause him to limp and risk falling.
Valentine turned away, tears streaming down his face. He’d endured leg–breaking pain himself—his leg, crushed by a giant bear years ago, still caused him discomfort. Compared to Cedric, though, he was fortunate.
At the royal conference room, Lycan Erasmus and Clarissa waited.
Erasmus’s icy pheromones filled the air. As Cedric stepped inside, the scar on the back of his neck glowed -a reaction to the Lycan King’s aura.
Every step he took was cautious, as if fearing to disrupt the fragile peace.
His silver–blue eyes betrayed his fear, an instinctive response to Erasmus’s power. Yet he strove to maintai his dignity.
Clarissa wiped away tears and beckoned Cedric over, her rose–scented pheromones soothing.
Cedric limped toward her, his leg aching from the journey.
Seeing his pain, Clarissa’s tears fell again.
She took his hand and had him sit beside her, gently stroking his cheek. “Oh, you’re so thin. It breaks my heart,” she said. Cedric shook his head and waved his hand, as if to comfort her, signaling he hadn’t suffered too much.
Erasmus felt a pang of sympathy. He inhaled deeply and released a faint musk pheromone to ease the
tension.
This pheromone had a calming effect among werewolves, reassuring lower–ranking wolves and easing
tension.
His voice was deep yet gentle, “Child, you’re very brave. Remember, a werewolf’s glory lies not in a perfect body, but in a resilient spirit.”
He encouraged Cedric and gave him gifts, his gaze shifting to Adelaide with a mix of relief and sorrow.
“No matter what, the Davidson family’s lineage continues. Once you’re recovered, teach him well. He can grow up to be as upright and strong as his father,” Erasmus said.
“Yes, thank you, Lycan Erasmus,” Adelaide said with a bow.
Her voice was a bit tired but still strong.
Lycan Erasmus looked at her and said with concern, “You’ve lost weight. Take care of yourself.”
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Adelaide avoided his gaze and replied, “Yes, Lycan Erasmus.”
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Lycan Erasmus glanced away and asked, “Fabian told me the Thunder Wolf Pack doesn’t believe this. Have you been there?”
Adelaide replied, “Not yet. I’ll take him later. Once they see Cedric, they’ll believe.”
But Lycan Erasmus was annoyed. “Mallory should at least send someone to check. How can he just dismiss it without proof?”
Adelaide suppressed her sorrow and explained, “Lycan Erasmus, I get why they’re skeptical. They saw the body and think I found a look–alike to claim the Frostfang Pack’s legacy.”
Clarissa added, “It’s understandable. After the Frostfang tragedy, the Thunder Wolf Pack’s old Alpha passed away, and their old Luna has been bedridden and critically ill. They can’t handle any more shocks. If this hope is false, the old Luna might not cope.”
She held Cedric’s hand, memories of Airella flooding back, and tears streamed down her face.
Even Clarissa couldn’t hold back her tears thinking of the massacre.
After leaving the palace, Adelaide’s fingers brushed the faint scars on Cedric’s neck–old bites from his old days , still faintly pink.
She released a cedar pheromone to comfort him. As their SUV crossed the Thunder Wolf Pack’s border, ice crystals formed on the windows.
Inside the vehicle, Cedric wrote on Adelaide’s palm, “Going to see my grandfather?”
Adelaide nodded. “Yes, we’re heading to the Thunder Pack to see your grandfather. Don’t you miss them?”
Cedric nodded and wrote, “Yes!” but his face showed worry.
He sensed the Thunder Pack doubted his return and feared rejection.
In werewolf society, his disabilities could lead to ostracism.
Adelaide noticed his anxiety. “Don’t worry. Your grandfather and uncles miss you terribly. They just can’t believe you’re alive. Once they see you, they’ll be overjoyed,” she reassured him.
Cedric leaned against Adelaide, trying to make a sound but failing, looking somewhat dejected.
He worried they might reject him for being mute and lame.
He wrote on Adelaide’s palm, “Will they reject me?”
Adelaide’s heart ached. She stroked his hair. “Silly child, they’ll be thrilled to see you. How could they reject you? Don’t think like that. They’ll be super excited.”
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